Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.